Chapter 118 The Stolen Power
“Lucifer’s woman…” Ravenna breathed, her voice trembling not from fear but from a hunger so old it seemed stitched into her bones. Her fingers twitched at her sides, the veins beneath her pale skin pulsing with restless shadows. “Is that my sister? I want Dragna dead.”
Dragna’s wings gave a slow, warning twitch, the metallic edges scraping against each other with a sound like knives drawn from their sheaths. His eyes narrowed to slits of molten gold. “And how did you know about her?”
Ravenna’s lips curled into a smile that held no warmth only bitterness sharpened by centuries of resentment. “I told you Nyx and I came to Earth for one purpose.” Her tongue ran across her teeth, brushing against fang. “We want her dead, and we need her blood to finish what we started.”
She spat the next words like poison. “But my father… my glorious father wants her alive.”
Dragna’s massive form shifted, the earth beneath him groaning under his weight. He crossed his arms slowly, almost lazily, though the tension in his jaw betrayed him. “And why,” he drawled, “are you telling me this?”
Ravenna moved closer, her crimson eyes glowing as if lit from behind by some ancient inferno. Shadows crawled across the ground beneath her feet, following her like obedient pets. “Because I want you to let me take your place as the doctor Lucifer is searching for.” Her voice softened into something nearly seductive. “I will kill her before he even realizes what happened.”
Silence cut through the air like a blade.
Then
Dragna threw back his head and roared with laughter. It wasn’t joyful. It was savage, wild, echoing through the cavern like thunder trapped in stone. If they hadn’t shared bloodshed and betrayal, victories and grudging respect, he might have ended her life with a flick of his tail.
He wiped a tear from his eye with a claw the size of a dagger. “Ravenna, Princess of the Vampires…” His voice dripped mockery. “You truly have no value for your pathetic existence.”
His golden eyes hardened. “Do you think Lucifer will shrug when his woman dies? I’ve seen what he becomes when someone touches what he cherishes.”
Dragna leaned forward, his breath hot enough to scorch the air. “I once watched him tear a demon apart with his bare hands. And that demon only threatened someone he liked.” His wings spread, casting a shadow that swallowed her whole. “Now imagine what he’ll do to a vampire princess when he hates your realm more than anything that crawls on this earth.”
Ravenna’s smirk only widened, razor-sharp and wicked. “So the mighty King of Dragons refuses to help me.” She tilted her head, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Fine. Then don’t blame me for what comes next.”
Dark fog curled up her arms, coiling around her fingers like serpents made of night.
Dragna didn’t move. Didn’t blink. His confidence wrapped around him like armor. “This?” he scoffed. “You think this petty magic will harm me me, Dragna the Unburned?”
But arrogance is the oldest weakness.
Ravenna’s hand snapped forward, and a pulse of dark energy shot out with a sound like a bone cracking in a grave. It hit his leg with brutal precision.
The ground convulsed beneath him.
Dragna’s massive body buckled, crashing to one knee. A guttural growl tore from his throat as strength leaked out of him in invisible streams. His blazing scales dimmed one by one, the light fading as if something vital inside him had been unplugged.
Ravenna knelt beside him with a slow, predatory grace, the dark fog still curling lazily around her fingers. Dragna’s massive form trembled under its touch, his breaths ragged, his golden eyes flickering as though the light inside him were guttering out.
She leaned in, so close that he could feel the cold chill of her breath against the heat of his skin. “Your mistake,” she murmured, her lips brushing his ear, “was trusting me enough to reveal your weakness.”
Her smile was soft almost tender. But her eyes gleamed with triumph.
“I don’t forget secrets, Dragna. I use them.”
His eyes widened, pupils constricting with a flash of pure, furious realization but his limbs refused him. He couldn’t even lift a finger. The storm of his power was there, locked behind a wall he couldn’t break.
Ravenna exhaled softly, as if savoring his helplessness.
“Don’t worry,” she said, almost comfortingly.
Then her bones began to crack.
The sound was sharp, wet, and rhythmic like someone crushing twigs underfoot. Her spine twisted, ribs shifting under her skin, her jaw elongating before snapping back into a different shape entirely. Shadows clung to her, molding her new features like a sculptor shaping clay.
Her hair receded and reshaped, her cheekbones broadened, her shoulders widened, until
A perfect copy of Dragna knelt where Ravenna had been seconds before.
Her no, his newly borrowed lips curled into Dragna’s familiar, arrogant smirk.
Behind her, the real Dragna finally toppled. His enormous dragon form shuddered, scales flickering like dying embers before collapsing inward with a rush of displaced air. His wings dissolved into mist, horns retracting, muscles thinning…
Until only a weakened human form lay unconscious on the ground, chest rising and falling shallowly.
Ravenna wearing his face, his voice, his scent rose to her full height.
“You should have let me go when I asked you nicely,” she said, adjusting the illusion of Dragna’s broad shoulders as if trying on a new coat.
The smirk sharpened.
“But now?” She glanced at the real Dragna’s unmoving body. “Now I’ll walk straight to my sister… and she’ll never see death coming.”
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Hey lovely readers,
This chapter was all about tension, betrayal, and a little bit of magic mischief. Ravenna really shows us just how cunning and dangerous she can be, and Dragna… well, even the strongest can have their weaknesses. I loved writing this scene because it let me explore both power and vulnerability, and let’s be honest, who doesn’t love a little “stolen identity” chaos?
I hope you felt the suspense and the chill creeping up your spine as Ravenna made her move. Things are about to get even more intense, so buckle up!
As always, thank you for reading and supporting the story I couldn’t do it without you.